Chance The Rapper - Big B's lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Big business Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, f**s Yeah, now watch me [Verse 1: Young Thug] Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley Hublot, n***a get some business Whole lotta hoes, n***a get your women, heh Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women n***a Big business, talk sh** Wendy Williams, ooh Catch 'em at the club sipping, f** around they missing, hold on Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma f** her on the sheets, yeah And all my n***as loyal like Bun B, hold on f** you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on f** around and set the b**h off like Queen Latifah Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee And a n***a trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B) Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh) 65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh) Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] Please, please Treat me like you know who I am Please, please b**h I know who I am, uh [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] I got money on my card Put some money on they books, that's a yard I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh Gross 3 mil off the new hat If I could go back, I make the two cap Love me in my city like Cusack Get a little beat and I'll loop that Get a little money, I'll oop that Split it with my n***as in the group chat Left for a minute then I flew back Had to ask Bruce "where the truth at?" Had to ask Rahm "where the truth at?" Now I can't ride with the roof back Tell 'em I don't play around with other people's kids Got an office in the steakhouse Gotta bid for the ribs Got a meeting at the Ritz Gave a crib to my rib 'Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay Bra push up when I pull up, ay Got a little money from the tour, yeah Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay Big old Bentley, b**h I mix the Henny with the Simply Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli Wake up real early but I eat late Go and hit the streets with that briefcase Time to shake down another cheap skate You could tell he's lying, cheesecake [Verse 3: Young Thug] Make a n***a b**h tap out Then put you in the fours with a real big body b**h said n***a need to stop got 100 racks on me Can't fit in my pocket I'm a street n***a, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my b**h eat pasta Told y'all n***as ain't stopping Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty f**ed around and filled my schedule Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana Young n***a f**ed 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel Young n***a f**ed around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana These young n***as go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop So many blue faces on me right now, young n***a still gamble 35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals I ain't no rapper n***a, I teach ya I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks Boomerang your b**h sweet, she coming back [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] Please, please Treat me like you know who I am Please, please b**h I know who I am, uh